Big boys. by Simon Ross

Big boys.

Tuesday, 6 September 2016 by Simon Ross

It's mine.

Mine mine mine! It's always been mine.

So I'll hide under the stairs, I'll find you with my teddy bear.

But I'm a big boy now. I won't just threaten strife. Who needs threats? 

I have a knife.

And I'll have my bear . . . and you be quiet, big boys don't cry.